The ethereal voice echoed, drifting through the ancient temple. The speaker was right before him, yet, Xu Qing felt as though ages separated them.
It felt as though someone gently plucked the strings of time outside of its flow, infusing the sound with a sense of temporality.
The god's finger couldn't fall asleep, so It trembled even more.
Xu Qing's heart was also in turmoil. He couldn't see through the cultivation of the Summer Immortal Palace Master in front of him and couldn't even sense her.
Her presence was illusory.
As Xu Qing grew, this scene rarely appeared.
With his experience till now, he had seen almost everything from a Ruler to bizarre entities.
He had even seen several gods.
So, when it came to assessing the aura, Xu Qing had his own reference in mind, but now… he couldn't probe anything from the Summer Immortal Palace Master, nor could he find a similar reference.
